Heart of Hearts

If a poet could bleed out his heart of hearts… tender his brain… letting out smartest of smarts… as wind that rustles… then calms your soul.. words from a fountain… where the spirit flows… where seed always Springs to full-blown fruit… seeing everything Blossom with the strongest of roots.. walking barefoot in the mud not giving a hoot…

If a poet could flesh ink a perfect tattoo… would most likely be a heart cracked in two.. this life is rarely kind…  lot’s of people… painfully mean… the greedy… pawning the world… staging each scene… even love brings rain… and death seems an end… but what really rattles me.. like a closet ghost… are smiling… yet fraudulent.. backstabbing folks…

If a poet could life out his heart of hearts this wisdom and mystery..he would surely impart… see like a child that’s dreaming… sleeping so fair.. on a full moon night… fire flies everywhere… where you can see or imagine what moves you most… maybe strolling through a graveyard…sure sensing a host… being tapped on the shoulder… is it God or a ghost?


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